Serpents crawling up walls
incense giving the room a purple hue
remains for daze
golden frames
holding voodoo shells
your coffee tastes sweeter
leaving lipstick stains
wherever I
go
I have a dried seahorse
laying on the table
staring at the ceiling
an artist gave it to me
open your hand
and close your eyes she said
remains of ocean blue
salted up
dried up
travelling in a van around Europe
on a theatre tour
where the fuck
did you
go